CFNM training Examination

My doctor referred me to a dermatologist for a skin screening. The Dermatologist office was not able to get me in for a first appointment in the morning for a about 6 weeks, so I had to wait or miss work to get a blister that formed under a growing and suspicious mole looked at. While this time was working itself out the blister broke and the skin the mole was growing on cameoff and the area started to heal. By the time the appointment day arrived I considered canceling the appointment. But I do love the exposure and overall health check up of the largest organ on the human body, the skin.

I drove to the appointment, went through the various check points for temperature, 20 questions and verification I have an appointment before I was allowed into the building. When I arrived at the front desk of this multiuse medical building, I checked in to find out my appointment was canceled, and a phone call was placed about 20 minutes prior to my cell phone. I demanded an explanation as to why I was not informed before leaving and driving 45 minutes to this appointment I had waited almost 6 weeks to be seen. It was then that I got a whiff of a perfume that smelled like spring flowers and lite airing scents that remind you the seasons are a changing. I would later meet the wearer of the perfume in the exam room.

Long boring story shortened for your better enjoyment of this story – The staff talked among themselves and decided to let theappointment play out as I had expected it to take place, even though the dermatologist was not in the office. They called the dermatologist at home and she would be available to the new doctor in training for her first solo appointment.

I was brought to an examination room by the nurse in the scrubs. The nurse tells me the young doctor was exceptional in her training and had been a delight to train for the last several weeks. She picked things up quickly and had the full support of another doctor down the hall, as well as a phone call to the dermatologist at home. The nurse asked me what I was there for today and I informed her of the mole and blister on my head that was almost healed by that point. She asked if I would consent to a full skin exam as if it was a question, she asked all patients, daily, nonstop. I agreed to her offer and she told me to remove my shirt, pants and socks. Before walking out of the examination room she informed me they only had paper vests for the ladies to cover up with,the guys were left to wait in their shorts. She then left the room without any further instructions or concerns.

I was left to my own thoughts on if I really should disrobe and sit there naked. I wasn’t wearing underwear, so if my pants came off, I would not have shorts to sit and wait in. I figured if the student doctor came in and saw me in my pants she might think I did not want my lower half looked at, but then why were my socks off? I made the decision to use my own t shirt as a drape until the doctor came in. It was not a long time before there was a knock on the door and the door opened. The young doctor came in and began to immediately pull the curtain across the track that shielded the door form the rest of the room. She said good morning to me before I heard the nurse out in the hall ask if the doctor was in fact ready to do a solo examination or if she wanted the nurse to go into the room with her. The doctor said she wanted to do this exam solo, if it was going to be the only one exam she got to do today, by herself. The nurse asked if she could go down to the cafeteria and get some breakfast before another doctor’s patients started to come in for their appointments. We were left alone as the door closed and for some unknown reason I tossed my shirt that I was using to drape across my naked lap onto the chairs that were about 4 feet away from the examination table in the middle of the room. I instantly felt like I should not have done that and wished I had superpowers to recall my shirt without moving. But that’s not what happened, instead the young doctor comes around the small curtain screen apologizing for the canceled appointment and long wait. She stopped mid apology and averted her eyes from my nude body but quickly continued her apology.

I stopped her and told her it was no big deal, now that I can get this appointment completed after driving to a canceled appointment. She turned back towards me and focused her attention to my eyes only while she went about her questions about my overall health. She then said we should get going on the examination and get me dressed sooner rather than later. She asked me to stand up. She looked over my face, neck, shoulders, chest before asking me to spin around to look over my back. She pointed a few bumps out and said they were normal and not to be concerned with and lots of people have them.

She then asked me to lay down on the table so she can look at my feet and legs. She quickly scanned my legs and asked me to turn over. She poked a few spots on my upper thigh and asked if they hurt or bothered me. I admitted I did not even know I had any bumps in that area. She said good and requested I flip back over. As I did she asked if there was any spots on my genitalsthat needed to be looked out, since I removed my underwear. I informed her I was not wearing underwear today and the nurse told me to remove my shirt and pants. So I did. She said she understood and asked if I minded her looking anyway. This was the first time I heard her make noises that were not understandable in context, which concerned me that she found something that was an issue. So I asked her what was wrong. Again she hummed under her breath. I thought this couldn’t be good. She broke from her stare and glare stance and apologized for her lack of professionalism. She then informed me she has never seen an adult male penis and testicles in real life, only medical exam books and changing infant diapers as a babysitter while in high school.

That feeling of relief that overcame me was exhilarating and a weight off my shoulders. That’s when I made a noise that perked her up thinking something was wrong with me. I saw her reaction and knew she might not understand. I told her about the thoughts I was having that she knew something was wrong, and was relieved to know her unspoken noises were for her, not me. She again tells me she has not done a rotation in urology yet and she doesn’t think she will make it through that part of her training. She admitted to not ever having a boyfriend, or good friends for that matter. Her parents moved around a lot and she never got settled before she had to move again. She kept to herself being an only child, reading books and immersing herself in her studies. She sits on the little stool next to the table and buries her face in her hands.  She sighed out loud again and shook her head from side to side.  

I asked her what was wrong. She replied she wasn’t exactly comfortable being alone in a room with a naked man, but she wanted to show she could do an exam by herself. She wanted to be the best in her class and getting to the point she finds herself thinking about a future rotation that wasn’t even here yet was unlike herself. She always focuses on the present, compiled with what she has learned to handle any situation. She knows better than to think about what has not happened yet, because she can not control it, so why bother? I decided to bring her back to the present situation. And asked her what was wrong with being in a room with a nude male patient. This was a medical setting and nothing nefarious would happen. I wouldn’t risk my health care over it, and I know she wouldn’t risk her medical license. This is a normal thing people do when in medical situations. To break the ice I shocked her by asking if she would be more comfortable if she were also naked. She smirked and quickly asked if I would like that?

I told her that I was only trying to attempt at being funny in an awkward situation. I then told her I have been to several urologist and been examined by two other student doctors who were there learning from an trained urologist on how to perform examinations. I told her I would avail myself and what I remember from those examinations to help guide her in learning moreabout the male anatomy. She lit up with wide eyes asking if I really meant it? I told her I don’t mind and if she had the time, I would allow her to practice on me, if and when we were finished with the skin examination. She informed me she was done, she didn’t find anything wrong and nothing needed to be reviewed, but she did say she would ask them to reschedule me with the skin doctor when she returned from being out sick. I told her I trusted her review and that would not be necessary.

She then shifted gears and asked me to point out the various parts of my anatomy as she watched. I stood up and proceeded to tell her about the meatus, penile shaft, testicles, and the like. I asked her if she knew how to palpate for a hernia. She said she just completed her rotation in gynecology, and she learned females can get hernias but they are different than males, but was unsure how it was different. I told her that males have a chord that runs through the canal to the testicles and can be palpated for torsions and masses. Then a finger can be used to check for a hernia. We went through the steps of each of these. She asked more questions and wanted to know more than I could teach her. She put up with my non-medical lingo and terminology.

We progressed through the different exams I have had and what I heard the urologist teach the young doctors in training. She picked it up pretty quickly and was prodding and poking here and there. She asked me to lay back on the table and began palpating my abdomen. She seemed to have her face turned sideways a bit looking at my penis and not where her hands were feeling around my torso. She then asked if I can feel her pressing on my internal organs and if anything hurt more than her pressing. I told her I was good. She stopped what she was doing and began to get a little emotional when telling me she appreciated me doing this for her. She did not look forward to being the dumbest one in the room and now that she has some experience she will work on getting more skills as she progresses in her trainings.

I then asked her if she wanted to palpate my prostate. She looked at me like I was joking, but realized I was serious. She admitted she wouldn’t know what to do or how to proceed. I told her I was experienced in being the patient and would talk her through a few things. She said she read the prostate was about the size of a walnut and is spongy. I told her to put on new gloves and lube her finger. While she was doing that I told her each doctor I have had check my prostate had me in a different position. She asked why there were different positions. I told her I thought it was doctor’s preference or the way they were told to do it. She asked if she could try each to see what she preferred? I told her I was game for it if she had the time. She replied she had all day now that all other patient exams were canceled.

I said we can start with the one I prefer, and turned over onto my stomach and brought my knees up to put me on my hands and knees. I then lowered my head to the table and instructed her to insert her finger into my rectum, pressing down on the pad of her finger tip. I had to instruct her to insert a little further, then sweep back and forth to feel the prostate from side to side. I then told her we can try the same thing with me laying on my left side, and we repeated the process. I then told her my least favorite was standing while bent over the table with my elbows on the table. She didn’t like the positioning of that one either. I then told her my last urologist appointment with a female physician assistant was in the stirrups. She was surprised and admitted she had never heard of a male using the stirrups in the lithotomy position. I tilted the head of the table up a little, while she pulled out the stirrups near the foot of the bed. I sat on the table sideways while she guided my feet over the leg rests. She got between my legs only to find she needed more room, and asked me to swing my feet and knees to the sides. I began to feel very vulnerable as she inched her way into my legs. She looked up at me and asked if I was ready. I told her I was ready and she began to attempt to insert her finger without looking. That didn’t work. She missed three times. I told her she might have to step back and look where she is going. As she steps back her eyes are diverted to my pelvic region. She bends down and her face is very close to my penis. She lifted my testicle sack with her other hand and I jumped a little. She thought she hurt me. I had to admit I was not expecting that and I was not in pain. She continued. She inserted her lubricated finger for the 4th time today. She then began to dig deeper and twist her hand around. I thought I also felt her move her finger in and out at one point. I started to become erect. She pressed and pressed harder this time. It was slightly uncomfortable but also pleasurable. She kept going and I started to think she wasn’t going to stop. I was wondering what was going on and almost called her off when she stood up, still looking at my penis and withdrew her finger for the last time. She gazed intently at my pelvis. She then stammered a question that she wasn’t sure of how to ask. She wanted to know if I had ejaculated. I told her I had not. She said my belly is covered in a clear fluid that looks like its coming form my penis. I reached down and felt the puddle under the head of my penis.

She again asked if I had ejaculated. I had to tell her I did not but I felt like I was real close. She wanted to know where the fluid came from if I had not climaxed. I told her the massaging she had done in the different positions must have forced some fluid out. She wasn’t sure I was telling the truth. I tried to explain the explanation I had told her was more than likely what it was. She then asked me if I was still close since I was still erect. I told her the view I had of her cleavage coupled with the closeness of her face to my penis and the massage was making me close, but again I had not climaxed. She again told me she didn’t believe me. I then got stern with her and asked her if she knew what the difference was between ejaculation and what was on my belly now. She reminded me she has never been with a boy and had never seen an ejaculation, so she wasn’t sure.

I told her that I would show her what an ejaculation looked like, only half kidding to prove my point to her. She stood there silent for a few seconds when she then said then show me! I told her there would be no backing out, and she could not report me for doing this. She told me to hurry up before she changed her mind. So I grabbed a hold of my erection and stroked up and down. I realized I was still in the stirrups and this seemed like a dream come true somehow. I closed my eyes to capture this sight in my memory. I opened them back up, she had moved back a step, but watched my hand going back and forth. It didn’t take long. I thrust my hips in the air. My toes curled up. I stroked harder and faster, My breathing picked up a bunch. I started shooting. I kept stroking but at a slower pace. She stepped forward to see the tip of my penis squirt out the last bit of cum. She was between my legs, taking her gloves off slowly while staring at my mid section. I lowered back down, closed my eyes, exhaled more than I inhaled. She asked if I was done. I assured her I was done. She said she liked seeing that and thanked me for showing her the difference.

She walked over to the sink and washed her hands, then began drying them. I started to sit up and attempt to remove my weakened legs form the stirrups. She saw my struggle and came to help me move my legs to inside the stirrups and stand up. She reached for tissues and turned back to me and started to wipe up the ejaculate, while looking at it on the tissue before tossing it in the trashcan next to the counter to her left side. She then handed me the box and told me to take my time getting dressed. There were no other patients coming in today.